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Smit with exceeding sorrow unto Death.
- The Lover's Tale (l. 597) [Sorrow]
All in the wild March-morning I heard the angels call;
It was when the moon was setting, and the dark was over all;
The trees began to whisper, and the wind began to roll,
And in the wild March-morning I heard them call my soul.
- The May Queen (conclusion) [March]
For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May.
- The May Queen (st. 1) [May]
And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
- The May Queen (st. 8) [Cowslips]
It seem'd so hard at first, mother, to leave the blessed sun,
And now it seems as hard to stay--and yet His will be done!
But still I think it can't be long before I find release;
And that good man, the clergyman, has told me words of peace.
- The May-Queen--Conclusion (st. 3)
Who would be
A mermaid fair,
Combing her hair
Under the sea,
In a golden curl
With a comb of pearl,
On a throne?
I would be a mermaid fair;
I would sing to myself the whole of the day;
With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair;
And still as I comb I would sing and say,
"Who is it loves me? who loves not me?"
- The Mermaid [Mermaids]
In after-dinner talk,
Across the walnuts and the wine.
- The Miller's Daughter [Story Telling]
I watch'd the little circles die;
They past into the level flood.
- The Miller's Daughter (st. 10) [Circles]
Love is hurt with jar and fret;
Love is made a vague regret.
- The Miller's Daughter (st. 28) [Love]
What profits now to understand
The merits of a spotless shirt--
A dapper boot--a little hand--
If half the little soul is dirt.
- The New Timon and the Poets,
appeared in "Punch", Feb. 28, 1846, signed Alcibiades
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house,
Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.
- The Palace of Art (st. 1) [Pleasure]
And rolling far along the gloomy shores
The voice of days of old and days to be.
- The Passing of Arthur [Voice]
As if some lesser God had made the world,
And had not-force to shape it as he would.
- The Passing of Arthur (l. 14) [Creation]
The poet in a golden clime was born,
With golden stars above;
Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn,
The love of love.
- The Poet [Poets]
The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak
And stared with his foot on the prey.
- The Poet's Song [Hawks]
O we fell out, I know not why,
And kiss'd again with tears.
- The Princess (canto II, song) [Quarreling]
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depths of some divine despair.
- The Princess (canto IV, l. 21) [Tears]
The water-lily starts and slides
Upon the level in little puffs of wind,
Tho' anchor'd to the bottom.
- The Princess (IV, l. 236) [Water Lilies]
There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.
- The Princess (pt. IV) [Sun]
Home they brought her warrior dead.
- The Princess (song at end of canto V)
The woman is so hard
Upon the woman.
- The Princess (VI) [Women]
For woman is not undeveloped man
But diverse; could we make her as the man
Sweet love were slain; his dearest bond is this
Not like to like but like in difference.
- The Princess (VII) [Women]
Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.
- The Princess (VII) [Meteors]
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake;
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom, and be lost in me.
- The Princess (VII, l. 171) [Water Lilies]
With prudes for proctors, dowagers for deans,
And sweet girl-graduates in their golden hair.
- The Princess--Prologue (l. 141) [Women]
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